I’ve been whisked away by fairy wings
And lips that say the very things that lift me from rock bottom
I’ve got problems that seem to disappear
When she comes near, my queen sits on air
In my down time I bought some clouded minds
Cloud nine polishing unrefined writing
Sounds to make her crown shine
Halos covered by plain clothes
Rainbows, a narrow mind
Colourful wording still can’t get my restrained flows
Out of a bind
How can we find each other if it wasn’t for her love?
For nothing other than hovering above her on potential, a celestial being
Swooping down and sitting on my shoulder
Whispering sweet somethings in my ear
Her voice is a perfectly constructed wind instrument
That brings instant incidents of plucked heart strings
And in sync like it’s instinct
Her favourite colour isn’t pink
It’s linked to the things I think are relative to livelihood and growth
From the land-locked Heaven he rocks to the Ivory Coast
Her eyes are the most clear substance with
Substance even if unrinsed and if they opened more
I know for sure I could see the ocean floor
I plunge into her head and occupy thoughts
Until her mind warps but I’m lost
And she know this, it’s hopeless
Just fly off
Why of course
A shooting star maps herself across space
Left for me to trace when my mood is dark
I played connect the darts with you beauty marks
And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music
I read your musical notes with a composer’s eyes
And heard out song for the first time
My spine is still tingling
Mental images of your fine tune is what I’ve been nodding my head to lately
And every now and then you can catch me humming your nudity
Under my heavy breath
I heavily suggest you resurrect ancient neglected dust-collectors
If you distrust the distance and seldom plucked heart strings sit stripped
Before your full-length perform your affection backwards
Maybe then you’ll understand the rhythm in my movement
Listen when the news is sent, it’s then when the rules are bent
I’ll be waiting to take your lead, make me a victim of your two-step
Make me an apprentice of your body parts
Teach me to dance to your beauty marks
I’m stepping on toes here and I don’t care
It’s hopeless, it’s hopelessness
It’s hopelessness holding this openness to blow a kiss
So close your lips but don’t get pissed and throw a fist
At this vocalist, I’m not emotionless
In fact I broke my wrist when I wrote the list
Of all those I miss, this is my poker face
Mr. Feel Nothing
"
And lips that say the very things that lift me from rock bottom
I’ve got problems that seem to disappear
When she comes near, my queen sits on air
In my down time I bought some clouded minds
Cloud nine polishing unrefined writing
Sounds to make her crown shine
Halos covered by plain clothes
Rainbows, a narrow mind
Colourful wording still can’t get my restrained flows
Out of a bind
How can we find each other if it wasn’t for her love?
For nothing other than hovering above her on potential, a celestial being
Swooping down and sitting on my shoulder
Whispering sweet somethings in my ear
Her voice is a perfectly constructed wind instrument
That brings instant incidents of plucked heart strings
And in sync like it’s instinct
Her favourite colour isn’t pink
It’s linked to the things I think are relative to livelihood and growth
From the land-locked Heaven he rocks to the Ivory Coast
Her eyes are the most clear substance with
Substance even if unrinsed and if they opened more
I know for sure I could see the ocean floor
I plunge into her head and occupy thoughts
Until her mind warps but I’m lost
And she know this, it’s hopeless
Just fly off
Why of course
A shooting star maps herself across space
Left for me to trace when my mood is dark
I played connect the darts with you beauty marks
And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music
I read your musical notes with a composer’s eyes
And heard out song for the first time
My spine is still tingling
Mental images of your fine tune is what I’ve been nodding my head to lately
And every now and then you can catch me humming your nudity
Under my heavy breath
I heavily suggest you resurrect ancient neglected dust-collectors
If you distrust the distance and seldom plucked heart strings sit stripped
Before your full-length perform your affection backwards
Maybe then you’ll understand the rhythm in my movement
Listen when the news is sent, it’s then when the rules are bent
I’ll be waiting to take your lead, make me a victim of your two-step
Make me an apprentice of your body parts
Teach me to dance to your beauty marks
I’m stepping on toes here and I don’t care
It’s hopeless, it’s hopelessness
It’s hopelessness holding this openness to blow a kiss
So close your lips but don’t get pissed and throw a fist
At this vocalist, I’m not emotionless
In fact I broke my wrist when I wrote the list
Of all those I miss, this is my poker face
Mr. Feel Nothing
"
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